Takahashi Hitori was an ordinary school teacher. After getting back from his work, he received a notification from his fellow teacher about a certain student who is coming to learn at their school. Thinking nothing of it, he accepts the kid into his...
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CHAPTER 2:
WELCOME TO TOKYO JUJUTSU HIGH
"Panda, try to raise your arm a little bit higher for the punch."
"Yes, Hito-sensei!"
The sound of wood hitting flesh filled the morning air as Hitori watched his second-year students sparred with each other in three-way melee inside the open arena behind the school building. His deep orange coloured eyes narrowed as he followed their movement closely, giving them a few pointers here and there to improve their fighting skill. "Toge, try not to extend your feet too much," he commented as he crossed his arms firmly against his chest. "Keep it close to your body for instant blocking and dodging."
"Tuna."
A sudden 'ping' broke his concentration on the fight as Hitori pulled out his phone to see a message coming from 'The Great, Handsome Gojo Satoru'. Seeing the sender name, a blank look instantly appeared on his face. 'What now?' his mind moaned in despair as he reluctantly opened it to see what kind of nonsense did the man get himself to this time. It read:
Hito-chan♥♥♥!
Meet me and Yuuji outside of Yaga's office. And please don't get lost this time!
XOXO
The Great, Handsome Gojo Satoru ♥
Hitori's left eye twitched at the last sentence, "That was one time," he mumbled grumpily as he replied the message, telling the older man that he will come to meet them and that he should shove his reminder of him being lost up his ass. Yes, he did get lost in his own school. Even after living there for about a decade now, he would occasionally get lost, no one knows how.
The students slowed down their spar and turned their attention to their teacher. Seeing him mumbling like a mad man underneath his breath about 'being lost' and 'his lack of sense for direction', they couldn't help but felt curious. Panda, being the outspoken between his classmates, called out to his teacher, "Hito-sensei?"
"Yes?" replied the man.
Maki lowered her staff and frowned as she eyed his phone. "Is it from 'him'?" she asked.
She could probably guess who it was from. 'A certain man-child who's his life mission is to annoy everyone around him,' her mind grumbled as she blew on her bangs to prevent it from sticking onto her sweaty forehead. 'God bless her teacher's soul' her mind added as she thanked to the whatever deity above for giving her teacher an utmost patient to deal with 'him'. I mean, Hito-sensei had been dealing with Gojo-sensei for over a decade now, ever since they were students. Only god know how much he want to curse the man for existing.
